The Spoked Traveller | ...connecting cyclists to local trails, food and adventures.
Trails and advice cycling around the world as solo female cyclist and adventurer
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The Spoked Traveller

…connecting cyclists to local trails,

food and adventures.

It never occurred to me to leave my bike at home on my first overseas trip. Twenty years later, nothing has changed. Whether at home, or in a foreign country, riding makes me feel closer to people and places.

I created this site as a hub for all things cycling; it’s a celebration of bike culture. Where to travel next, how to travel, where to get advice, see some cool practical bike fashion, what to eat. I’ll share what I know; and I invite you to do the same.

Over the next few months keep checking in as I’ll be adding some new menu items.

See you on the trails. Melanie

I cycle under the Oxford Street bridge every time I ride to work (Oxford and Talbot Street); from my place in Wortley Village, it's about six kms to the University of Western Ontario along the paved bike path. ( It follows the Thames River, and it's beautiful in the fall with all the changing leaves and sun playing on the water. But, under this bridge, it is also dark and often strewn with garbage: a place where I speed up. Don't linger. But, something made me get off my bike today. This is artist Tracy Root. She applied to a call out for the London Mural Project: a pilot project of public art in London. Another painting appears under the Wharncliffe Street bridge near the Children's Museum. "I came here a few times and tried to get a feel for the place and to decide what people would want." She is shocked at how many people use the bike path: 1,000 or more a day pass by her mural-in-progress!

Ramona stares out the window and pauses before answering my questions about The Craftsman Restaurant that is going on 26-years-old in December. It's a cottage country institution and she's ruminating about how things have changed since the beginning. (Located on highway 28 South in Paudash-- the small town just before Bancroft). Breakfast: smoked salmon burrito with capers and homefries. Drool.

I know more about Italy's culture and hiking than I do about my own backyard. So, I am heading north: drive to Tobermory, take the two hour Chicheemaun ferry to Manitoulin Island then Killarney Park to hike two "difficult" trails: The Crack (6km) and Proulx Lake (12km). But more than that I am jumping into Tom Thomson turf. Thomson is an iconic Canadian landscape painter--who was never a member of the famous Group of Seven--little tid bit I learned. Thomson died a mysterious death in Algonquin Park. He drowned, but the circumstances surrounding it are still undiscovered. Just began reading, Tom Thomson, Artist of the North, by Wayne Larsen. In the next week, I will post pictures of my adventure up north; as well, I will outline where to find info if you're considering the same Canadian voyage.

I love the cafe culture in Bosnia and nowhere is this more alive than the old town in Sarajevo. I went back to the same pizza place two nights in a row to people watch. As I finished off my second glass of red, the blond waitress brought me over a third: "this is on us." I found out she was from Zagreb-- in my opinion already a really cool city. "This city is so alive and creative," she says.

I was feeling a bit lost when I returned to Kalpic in Croatia. Travelling alone for almost two and a half months gets to a girl after a while. I had already gathered enough research in Istria, northern Croatia, for a few stories so the last week was open. "Sarajevo is such a mix of cultures," says Ivana.  I booked one night; it turned into three. I have never been to a place that has effected me more. I will try to explain why. The Old Town called Bascarsija.

In a quiet cathedral in Sorrento Italy, 5-year-old Harry Poitras drops to his knees in the pew, clasps his hands, and prays: “Please God, make there be something besides spaghetti and pizza on the menu.” Luckily, gladiator school, biking in Borghese Park in Rome, making homemade pasta and playing in seaside playgrounds make Italy an affordable and historical trip with bambinos.